- for the Earl of
Homburg

The God
Is near, and hard to grasp.
But where there is danger,
A rescuing element grows as well.
The eagles live in the darkness,
And the sons of the Alps
Cross over the abyss without fear
On lightly-built bridges.
Therefore, since the summits
Of Time are heaped about,
And dear friends live near,
Growing weak on the separate mountains
Then give us calm waters;
Give us wings, and loyal minds
To cross over and return.